When Yue Jinghua went on mercenary missions, she always wore tight inner armor for the sake of convenience. Little did she expect that Yuzhi Xiu Luo would go as far as to not spare even her inner armor.
At this moment, Yue Jinghua was completely covered by a black robe, and the few people beside her couldn't see what Yuzhi Xiu Luo was actually doing.
Suddenly, a low moan from a woman was heard, and Ni Qianjun's body abruptly shook.
"Dammit," Yue Jinghua cursed, this Old Immoral.
Her inner armor had been untied, and her ample bosoms seemed ready to burst out at any moment, while a cold yet smooth hand deliberately lingered on the armor for a moment longer.
As for the other hand at her waist, it slowly tightened, kneading her waist lightly or firmly.
This was not a search; it was practically taking liberties with her.
Listening to Yue Jinghua's changed breathing, and Killing God's suppressed laughter.
Upon Lake Heart Island, an eruption of spring atmosphere swayed momentarily.
